It Pays To Belong
is he going back to her?

Stand tall, acting small
You see it all, I got your calls
That's no use in sorting out, no
That's no use, there ain't no doubt

Good times on the rise

Could it be they got all that you longed for
A place to lay it all
Could it be that you're just like me
In my thoughts you're so much more

Good times on the rise
Now it's all in your hands

No, no you won't go wrong, no
Oh no, it pays to belong

Cold and Alone Inside of My Coffin
is this really what you want?

i understand that what i did was wrong,
but i think you should forgive me.
i only did it because you have severe commitment issues,
and possibly an undiagnosed personality disorder.

there's something wrong with you.
there's something wrong with me too.
I just don't know why i'm doing this.
Is this really what you want?

After a while you will go home
and you won't call and i won't either.
And we'll forget each other
and you won't call and I won't either.

And after a while I won't like you anymore
and we'll forget each other.
And after a while you will be beautiful and alone inside of your coffin.
And i'll be cold and alone inside of my coffin.
And we'll forget each other.

I don't know what to do when you look at me
like I did something wrong to you.
I don't know what to say to you
There's nothing I can do for you.

The Sirens Of Titan
It is always pitiful when any human being falls into a condition hardly more respectable than that of an animal. How much more pitiful it is when the person who falls has had all the advantages!


Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
It flung them like stones.
These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth — a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.
Outwardness lost, at last, its imagined attractions. Only inwardness remained to be explored. Only the human soul remained terra incognita .

The Radio Dept.
i don't need love, i've got my band

No longer waiting for your call
Your silence really says it all
You've got your friends
I understand
I don't need love, I've got my band

I can't recall how love feels
Memory fails to remind me
And I don't care for one night stands
I don't need love, I've got my band

An Abundance of Katherines
-2^7 x^8 + 2^2 x^3 - x^2/16^3 - 8.6x^2 - -2x + 1/16 + 13 - 2 + sin(2x)/2 [1+(-1)^2.5 + 1 (x + 11pi/2)^-2.5/ (x + 11pi/2)^-2.5]

And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.